A panegyrick on His Sacred Majesties royal person, Charles IId by the grace of God, King of England, Scotland, France, & Ireland, defender of the faith, etc. : and corronation, aut Cæsar, aut nullus / by Samuel Austin ...

A panegyrick on His Sacred Majesties royal person, Charles IId by the grace of God, King of England, Scotland, France, & Ireland, defender of the faith, etc. : and corronation, aut Cæsar, aut nullus / by Samuel Austin ...

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THE EPISTLE TO THE READER.

The Author according as these find acceptance, intends a larger Book of Poems: The Subjects of which are these following.

A Panegyrick on his Sacred Majesties Royal Person, (Charles the IId by the Grace of God, King of England, Scotland, France, and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, &c.) and Corronation. Pindarique Ode.

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A Panegyrick on his Sacred Majesties Royal Person, (Charles the IId by the Grace of God, King of England, Scotland, France, and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, &c.) and Corronation.
Pindarique Ode.

The Authors humble Addresse to his Majesty.

GReat Sir! may you be free

To read your self by me.

The Sun is alwaies seen most trim and fit,

By Glasses, which are useless without it.

You find the King, and Saint,

I the Pencil, and Paint.

You make the Sunne, and light,

But I the sense, and sight.

I give virtue the face, or ey,

You its temper, and gravity:

[Page] I alone, the skin

You all within.

You Majesty include,

I its similitude.

You glory Antidate,

I only do it state.

Rise then my Muse made Royall, sing

Thy new Relation to a King:

A King to whom, thy all is due,

Who is both Great, and perfect too.

THey that divinests objects would descry,

Must void their eye sight, and through blindness try;

He that most Sacred things would find,

Must study ignorance to be blind:

Thus of a King to have a sight

Requires the blotting out of light.

Aelian gain-said those Authors that allow'd

Their clearest exposition in a Cloud;

But I them like; that truth alone bears spice

That doth exact Interpretation twice.

Thick darknesse there doth best expound,

Where the mystery is profound.

Had Scripture but one single glosse,

That might be questioned for drosse.

Was Truth at first clear to the eye,

All might suspect it for a lye.

They which will buy things of great price

Must offer moneys for them twice.

A King is deep, he that would sound

His Grace must more then once expound.

Truest Divinity runs high to mark

Its clearest revelation in the dark.

[Page] Faiths problem streams the soundest evidence,

And yet must not be cloy'd by humane sense.

Divines Preach plainest Truths, whilst he that hears

Is blind, and deaf, concealed eyes, and ears.

Of hallowed things they deem too light,

That place them in the vulgar sight.

He that with reverence would mark

A King must fold him up ith' dark.

The Prophets, which things highest did dispence

First spake the words, and then contriv'd their sence.

Thus must I do in Writing of my Theame,

First speak It out, then think what It doth mean.

Words utter'd without knowledge, date

Matters, that do hold most of state:

But when chain'd up to one known sence

They point out common excellence.

To Scan a King, that's perfect good

Is to speak words not understood.

Kings walk like Saints ith' notion of sence

As Angels skill the finest influence.

Mortals they are, congeal'd of spirit, and blood

But in the flesh may not be understood.

A King beyond sence safe doth ly:

The Persian State holds Majesty.

Spirits trade not with Bodies, Angels sway

By inward thoughts, and never sence their way.

Thus Scepters do Intelligences find,

Master the body, while they rule the mind.

Princes distill their Influences such,

Which are not plain perceiv'd although they touch:

Their Power is hid by which they sway,

And [...]or [...] their Subjects to obey.

[Page] Rise Charles! Your grace maintains that right

Of living far above our fight.

Majesti's by Your Scepter blown:

You have known all, and are not known.

A secret Virtue do you find,

To conquer both our heart and mind.

Your Scarlet was not dy'd at the first cast,

But after many a colour laid in wast,

The perfect ruling Dye sprang up at last.

You did not hastily Your Scepter catch,

But as those Kings, whom none could match,

And had great matters to dispatch.

By an inter Regnum did You come,

To be establisht in the Throne;

And what was that but a shadow spun,

Or a waste night unto Your Sun?

Its Issues as void Colours spent,

To settle deep Your Government▪

Those things, whose Virtues are most seen,

Move by an intervall between

The two Poles crosier active Powers,

Make various season, time, and hours,

By whose Virtue about are whirl'd

The motions of the upper world;

Nought ever their Scepter withstood,

Yet they maintain no Neighbourhood:

The vastnesse of the space betwixt

Heightens their Power, and states it fixt.

The Sun It self, whose flames are hurl'd

Int' ev'ry corner of the world.

Each dayes past Scepter of Light

Receives an interpose by night.

[Page] And if it should all shadow shun,

'Twould be reputed common Sun.

The greatest glories are not seen

Without the help of mask, or skreen.

But the least shade doth blind the sight,

From a clear view of lesser Light.

Small Lamps are best beheld, when near

Packt up together in one Sphere;

While bigger Lights being throng'd too nigh

Do wrong themselves, and eke the eye.

Distance preserves the state of Kings,

And proves them to be special things.

Partition of time and space,

Doth only state the Royal Race.

Your Royal Father at first span'd

The peacefull Scepter in his hand;

Then did You step upon the Throne,

And now rule by Your self alone.

Your glories not together seen,

But by alittle age between:

And this 'tis that doth fully try

The greatnesse of Your Majesty.

Ev'n as from Archimedes dust

Demonstrations came into Trust;

And as from Hyacinthus Blood

Letters were made good.

Whose sanguine shower

Produc't a flower,

And as the wounds did flow

A kind of Alphabet did blow,

And Letters distinct grow;

[Page] Which did record the fame

Of Ajax's living name:

How his untamed Spirit, and Power

At length did sink into a flower;

(Shrunk valour, if a flower must maintain

The credit of an Ajax slain)

Which sav'd Hyacinthus dying breath,

With the sighs made at his death.

Which in Characters fine, and trim

Shew'd that Apollo loved him.

Thus from Your Fathers Blood, and Dust

Knowledge and Learning sprang up first.

Instance the Book made at His death,

Compiled by His later breath.

Oh! may the Name, of such a King as He,

With Great Ones 'mongst the gods recorded be?

May Apollo be put in trust,

To beautifie his dust.

To make His blood

Immortal good.

To Write His Name not in a flower;

But in some Star, or higher Power:

For his pretious gore

Letters are multiply'd to more:

His very Death,

Hath giv'n to Learning birth and breath.

But you alone have perfect made,

And ransom'd [...]tters from the shade.

By you they're fully ripe and good,

And may be understood.

You've given us sence and sight,

And unto Learning all its light.

[Page] The Heavens above not all or'e fair,

Dark in, and out as if there were

Betwixt earch Star, both earth and air.

But all Your Graces are true light,

In them no likelyhood of night.

Your Virtues are both fresh and green,

No common Hearb or Weed between.

Damne Antichrist by virtues Kings are meant,

Dissolve the Pope, and You the Innocent,

Under whose Rule I may more truly say,

That Launce and Nayles do keep a Holiday,

Religion rose, and did by you revive,

Who only keep'st our Liberty alive.

Amphyction compleat;

But far more great.

The old Arithmetician Zealots mount

The common age of th' World on Faiths account. 5199

Their sence is seen: cause in it coucht dothly,

The holy-Trin, in a safe Unity: 1236.

Make the World younger, give the Mystery light,

Take out those figures, so the Reckning's right. 3960 vel 63

(That Sacred Number, a confused lye,

Unlesse It be drawn up by Unity)

Kings make such Sums, he that would stake them bigger,

Than other men must multiply by figure,

And cast up mysteries above sense alost:

He that counts Princes plain, accounts them nought.

Crowns cypher'd are by Arithmetick [...]n trust,

Mystical Number, things in secret nurst.

Thus doth our Sacred Prince most piercing try

Age, Number, in divinest Mystery.

[Page] By His Return the Antient face of Time

Looks young again, and our World's at its prime.

He 'bandond falshood, and hath Truth begot,

In faiths defence, preserv'd the holy knot.

To speak things seen, and known is for to misse

What the perfection of a True king is.

He only reacht my Theame, that did account

The holy Temple bigger then the Mount.

Thou dost excell thy self alone

And canst surpassed be by none.

Thy Virtues in their perfect sence

Can't dwell in that circumference.

More roome, more room, thy swelling grace

Exacts a larger breast and face:

I know It not, as soon I sound

Good Enochs Prophecies near found.

And thus my own blindnesse I see

Remain great to Thy self, not me.

Gods to th' Enstalment now come down

Arise then, and receive the Crown.

Heavens lend it Jewels, and beset

It round with your starry Coronet.

Let all the Elements conspire,

Earth, Air, Water, and Fire,

As ravisht with a choice desire

To make Charles his glory higher;

That he that would their purenesse find,

May know th [...] to his Crown resign'd,

And only there confin'd.

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Earth, Earth, unbowel all thy store,

Thy Silver and thy Golden ore,

[Page] Pearle, Diamonds, and thy shining Clay,

To make him a new fashion'd ray:

We all the bright require,

Keep Thou the dust and mire.

Let both the Indies Mines appear,

And settle in his Spheat.

[2]

Air be thou quiet, temperate, serene:

May no molesting breath once move between:

Forget all mists, unvcile thy clear,

May not one cobweb-cloud appear:

Turn, turn into thy antient mould,

Produce no over-heats or cold;

And with thy best Array,

Attend the Coronation Day.

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Seas be ye smooth, let your disturbed brow

Unwrinckle now.

Confesse his Scepter may your wat'ry plains

Acknowledg by their rest, that our Charles Reigns.

Let the Inmates, that in you swim

Be subject unto Him.

Your Neptune is decay'd, and old,

Shrunk into another mould.

Behold his furrowed form,

Which hath buried many a storm.

Where tempests, and winds do fix,

And with each other mix.

Ev'n as a man, who by the Seas

Hath visited our Antipodees,

That returns from that nether world

With his forehead, trac't and curl'd.

[Page] As if the shipwrack had mistook,

And sunk into His look;

Leaving him all forlorn

With's countenance cleft and torn.

Let Neptune as a fiction dy

With Eolus his posterity.

Holding no memory,

Amongst the muses Fry.

Seas and Winds be no more found

By such old Liars to be bound;

Don't henceforth stand,

At their command.

Whose Godhead's only from the will,

And pleasure of the Poets Quill.

Storms from Charles his forehead flee,

He shall your Neptune and your Eolus be.

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Fire flame, and in bright streams arise,

Preserve your smokes for sacrifice;

Lay them up 'till the Heav'ns them need,

And the reconciling victims bleed;

Till offrings for attonement burn,

While the earth for its sins doth mourn;

These may then serve the gods to please,

And their angry powers to appease.

What will either choak, or blind

Leave quite behind;

Appear in all your Zeales, and Light

To make Charles glorious in our sight:

That when the Work is done

He may turn Rival to the Sun.

[Page] Neither shall we neglect to do,

And contribute our small mite too.

Our duty and Allegiance due

(Great Sir I) to You.

By Your return Heav'ns meant,

The healing of our breach and rent.

Rebellion to the shades is fled,

The powers of darknesse to wed:

There let It e'r remain

Confin'd, whence it first came,

And where it once did reign.

By You confusion's finished.

You've put a stop to all Disputes,

'Fore whom the strifes of tongues turn mutes.

High time then to fall down,

And submit to Your Crown.

Shall we hate the true way,

Because we have long went astray?

Shall we Heavens food have in derision▪

Because we sense not its provision?

What shall our disposition still

Be hardy, stiffe, unpliable?

What shall not true affection

Work our subjection?

What shall not providences hand, or stroak

Make our necks limber to his yoak?

Yes sure (Great King) we bend, we bow,

Our stubborn necks turn tender now,

And submit to You, alone to You,

To whom we life, and all things ow.

[Page] We You receive with greater signs of love,

Than once the Earth did mighty Jove.

View the Towers that arise

In Emulation with the skies,

Your Name for to eternalize;

As if they did You newly bring

From Heaven, whence You at first did spring.

As if when You've shone out Your day

You might return safe the same way.

They strive each other to excell;

Which no Age yet can parallel.

As if (while absent) You'd victorious been,

And now are in your triumphs seen.

With well tun'd voyce, and melody,

We wait Your passing by.

Joy is the only ditty

Throughout Your triumphall City.

In ev'ry street

Concording hearts do meet

And Loyal Subjects do You greet.

At ev'ry Arch they feed Your eye

With delights variety;

And strait they do dispense

Objects, that ravish ev'ry sense.

Your Souldiers ride before,

Not stain'd with wounds or gore.

They are arrai'd for sight, and not to fight▪

Their arms made for delight, not to affright.

Bloud displaies only in the paint,

Great Mars this day looks thin, and faint:

[Page] His sinews trembling fall asunder,

Guns, Drums have quite forgot their Thunder.

Swords do with their Scabbards wed,

And war by it self is conquered.

All jars at His appearance cease

Confessing Charles the King of Peace.

And that which doth the sight amend

See what Dignities Him attend.

All rankt in order with much state, and grace,

And none out of his proper place.

Observing distance, time, and leasure,

That we might in them view Earths treasure.

Or as if Heav'n this day to make a show,

Would bring up its lights from below:

And to breed our great delight

Would by these of them make a sight,

Each singly here

For to appear.

Some cloathed are with the golden Ore,

Others with the Silver Store.

As if both the Indies did pack

Their treasures on their back.

As if earth by 'ts own native ray

Would have tempted to make a day.

Some enrob'd in a cloath of Gold,

Another in a Silver mould.

As if England instead of Greece

Had possest the golden fleece.

As if each back had a design,

To paraphrase a silver Mine,

And to abreviate

Things of great state

[Page] Some garments duskish, as if reez'd,

Others with frost work, as 'twere freez'd.

Some arraid

With a declining shade;

As if an artificial smoak

Their brightness would attempt to choak.

Others again put into light

To dazzle the clearest sight.

All for to amount the glory

Of Charles His Corronation story.

As if in this illustrious sight

Day was mixt even with the night,

Untill his Majesty

Doth draw nigh.

Thus by degrees more lights appear;

Ev'ry star doth shine more clear,

The nearer plac't unto His Sphear.

Each worthy made some shew of day

By an artificial ray.

Their Lacquies by their side:

Some more, some lesse

Their greatness to express.

To 'enstate their glory large, and wide.

Ev'n as many stars confine

Their beams to wait upon one sign.

All which reflect upon, and mind

The glory that doth stream behind.

At length Charles comes with Light opprest,

Who gives a lustre to the rest;

Which are quickly lost, and done

Being but blinks to Him the Sun;

One who could ev'n form a day

Should Heaven it self deny its ray.

[Page] His very eye

Doth clear our Skye,

And in effect do more,

Than the Sun could do before.

By virtue of his Grace,

Sorrow hath no place,

And smiles are seen in ev'ry face.

His quick presence soon Passeth by,

That pleasant Vision,

Is lost, and gone,

But still perceive Majesty.

His Majesty which ne're doth flye:

But on earth holds Ubiquity,

Being here, and there,

And every where,

Where ever his Power is senst,

There's Majesty dispenst.

The Sun goes out of sight,

But we do'nt loose its Light:

'Tis seen in a plain stream,

By every lesser beam.

Thus in the Palace, whence Charles rose,

At length He doth Himself repose:

Shining still upon us

With beams superfluous.

Ev'n as the Suns lightsome foyls, and scars

Are visible in the lesser stars.

Chang'd glories as with His beam refresht,

Attend Him to His rest.

Shades post apace, the morn invites

Unto more amorous delights.

They that yesterday were found

Upon their steeds, now walk on th' ground.

[Page] And as the stars do run,

All bare before the Sun.

To Charles a Constellation.

Each Worthy bears his ray, and weight

But Charles alone the Orb of Light,

Each holds his Coronet

But the Crown for Charles is set.

Thus to the Chappel they go on

To attend the new beaming of their Sun

By the sacred Unction.

Where He with reverence stooping down

Receives the Scepter, Robe and Crown.

Ev'n as a Star untrim and rude

Fals under us to be renew'd.

He shone before, but as that Light

Before there was a day or night.

In an unready beam

Or wand'ring stream:

Not perfect made,

Or quite arrai'd:

Being (as 'twere) unprepar'd,

And not for vision squar'd.

But now His raies are all combin'd

Throughout calcin'd,

And unto Him alone confin'd:

Settl'd in one center, in's Orb fixt,

To shine more distinct and unmixt.

The fire by a new addresse of Oyl,

Blazes with a cleaner foyl.

Ev'n so Charles looks more clear,

When the Unction on Him doth appear.

Oh! may He Heavens favour win,

And be annointed within.

[Page] Let Him obtain a lasting Spirit,

Of grace, and merit,

So shall His unction, and persume

(Like that of Rhemes) never consume,

And by an unknown supply

Never fail or dye,

But still multiply,

Ever increase,

And never cease:

So shall his Crown sit fast,

And Scepter ever last.

After all Ceremonies done,

Charles turns back a furnisht Sun.

In Scarlet Robes He doth return,

As if his Garments all did burn.

His head weares no dull Earth, or Clay,

But a burnisht ray;

A Crown of Gold, and Mineral Lights commixt

Shone here, and there betwixt,

As if the Earth did resign

Its choicest Jewels there to shine,

Or as if Heav'n did pick,

And chuse out its stars there to stick.

Or as if both combin'd in one

To make Charles equall with the Sun.

And so he doth appear

In this our Hemisphear.

He comes with Scepter in His hand

All at his Sole command.

Under a Canopy

Moving (as 'twere) insensibly:

Ev'n as the Sun, His motion's such

That seeming runs on th' Earth, but doth not touch:

And when it sets doth (as 'twere) fall on th' ground,

But never is there found.

[Page] I but a corner had to try,

And view His Majesty.

And this such glory doth befit

Stars are best seen through chinks, or in a pit.

Thus Charles he states it to the Hall,

Where let each sense turn Festival.

May ev'ry dish promp acute delight,

Unto his appetite.

There let him sit and feed,

And think upon a Royal seed.

Great Sir! You are not one,

That's made great for Your self alone.

A King should still be seen

In a Relation to a Queen.

'Tis no offence, or trouble

For great ones to lye double▪

Nor for Astronomers, but for Kings to pry

Into the Wed lock sense of Gemini.

Oh! may Your Sun full soon

Confesse a Moon.

And own a Queen,

Whose grace by Your beam may be seen.

That what you give to us by day of light,

May be alone to Her confin'd by night.

To Us Your Majesty, and Grace,

To Her Your special Love, and Face.

Thus you'le be a Sun generous,

While You enlighten Her and Us.

And may She Crowned be

With Noble Birth and chastitie.

And may Her living fame,

Be as well known, as is Her Name,

[Page] And Her Grace,

As glorious as Her Face,

And Her soul within,

As beauteous, as Her Flesh or Skin▪

May She be Vertuous and True,

And only fit for You,

Fruitfull in Soul, and Body too:

And bring forth to You, and Us

An offspring numerous.

One that may in Grace and Fame

Still bear up Your Royal Name.

Majesty turn'd grave too soon in You

Unlesse an Offspring doth ensue.

The Sun when that it sets

New Stars begets,

And fils them with its light

To shine by night

When it is out of sight.

The Phoenix having its life resign'd,

Leaves alwayes one behind,

And doth his nest, and spices give,

That the young One may live.

That is a Spirit cold, and crude,

Which stamps not its similitude.

Your Light is scant, and poore,

If it doth not engender more.

Sit fast (Great Sir) study to sway,

While we do learn for to obey.

Sit fast, you're Heaven's powers attended,

And by a Champion defended.

'Tis publisht now that Charles is Crown'd,

Heark, heark, how Ecchos do go round,

And Voices in the Air are drownd.

[Page] As if Earth to make this day a wonder

Had stoln from Heav'n Lighning and Thunder.

Behold the Canons rore,

Which were all mutes before.

Guns, Trumpets, Drums, into their proper speech do breake,

And in a Warlike language speake

And that Heav'ns concords may be found

In the like tones they do rebound.

All these for to confesse

Our joyes, which neither doth expresse.

Unruly in this one affection,

That our joy knows no subjection:

Your proper, and peculiar due,

And yet not to be rul'd by You.

Conduits the juice of th' Grape do vent

Instead of th' watry Element.

Founts change their source, and shew to Him

In what Liquor Baechus was wont to swim.

As if Heav'n to Charles such power did resigne,

To turn Water into Wine.

The night draws on, while the Heav'ns bemoane

His so long absence from the Throne.

They clouded are, but the friendly Earth,

Presents their wonted Jollity and Mirth,

In kindling Flames, and making them arise

To enlighten the neighbouring Skies.

And so (as 'twere) aspires

To new-star them by its fires.

To make them bright

By its new fangled light,

Or change their Theam,

By a Chimney beam.

[Page] As if it meant Heav'ns kindnesse to repay,

By 'ts innate rayes, to make them day:

Or as if in exchange for one night

They'd tak'n up shades, and thrown down Light,

Or prodigally hurl'd

Their flames upon this nether world;

While th' earth that favour to requite

Resign'd up all its proper right,

Made them look dark as night,

So that He that the Heav'ns doth view

Finds them turn'd sad of a earthly hue:

While that the Earth doth now appear

A starry, or enlightning Sphere,

Its fires shining here, and there.

None but our Charles, 'tis none but He

Could make this strange Apostrophe.

Flames in the open Air do fly,

Like Lights erroneous in the Sky,

Which still do multiply,

As if the world would see, now on another score,

And be behold'n to Heav'n for light no more.

As if now Charles his Reign's begun,

The Earth would need no other Sun.

Thus Heav'n and Earth together meet,

And His Scepter greet,

Casting themselves down at His feet:

Whilst His Soveraign Virtue doth

Move, and govern both:

Being the only Prince, that can

Rule the whole Globe of Earth, and Man▪

[Page] Sic vos, non vobis sceptra tenete Jovis.

Sic vos, non vobis tesqua parate boves.

Nocte fucum radij lucis gradiendo striata

Sic testudo struit, sibi tecta, focosque reponens.

Sic Sol non tibi lux jubara fusa moves:

Sic vos non vobis stig mata fert is oves.

Ye for Your selves don't Scepters weild;

So patient Oxen Plow the Field.

Snails move by night a Silver trace,

Carrying their houses in the race.

Light to it self is still in dark.

Sheep for themselves do bear no mark▪

Then let your Scepter never faile,

You are the Sun, and I the Snail.

FINIS.

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A PANEGYRICK ON HIS Sacred Majesties Royal Person, CHARLES the IId, By the Grace of God, KING OF England, Scotland, France, & Ireland, Defender of the Faith, &c. and Corronation.

Aut Caesar, aut nullus.

By Samuel Austin Jun. B. A. Com. W. C. Oxon.

LONDON, Printed for William Miller at the Acron in Saint Pauls Churchyard. 1661.

THE EPISTLE TO THE READER.

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Reader,

I Have nothing here of my own to present you with, that can in the least merit an acceptance from you, but the Royall Subject of my Poem: A Subject no less then a King, and a King of that choice Eminence, and Virtue, that I feare (as the Painter being not able to quicken a Beam into its native livelinesse, doth soyle the Sunne in the attempt of Drawing its resemblance) least I should (not sensing this so great a Majesty) decline from, or lessen his glory. If so, in all submissivenesse I crave our Gracious Soveraigns pardon (not yours,) who in this onely may be taxed as Criminall, that His overheight, and beaming lustre hath occasioned my default. 'Tis not for every one to lay a colour [Page] on Majesty, and Majesty such as his is; (graced with the confluence of all perfections, that humane nature can aspire unto, or be capable of, is enough to impoverish Learning, and to reduce the very Eucrasie of mans wit unto a distresse in the description thereof. And therefore none can justly blame me, if I am not exact therein.

Reader, I shall not flatter you into the Reading of my broken Numbers, only tell you, that the Subject deserves your Worship, and choice respect, though I do not. And if there is any thing that may be accounted worthy of your Commendation, impute it to the sence of so full a Majesty, that hath overborn my Muse, and ravished my spirit unto that daring height, that I feare the issue may prove dangerous. However: I'll adventure. Be Candid, Read it out, and so farewell.

Samuel Austin Jun. B. A. Com. W. C. Oxon.

The Author according as these find acceptance, intends a larger Book of Poems: The Subjects of which are these following.

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KIng Charles the first his disguise.

King Charles the second his flight from Worcester.

Pair Royal of strength and beauty: The Duke of York and his Dutchesse.

An Elegy on the Duke of Glocesters Death.

Christs love to his Church, shadowed out in Joseph and Potiphars Daughter, in a familiar Dialogue betwixt them.

The Drones Indictment of the Bee.

The Mystery of God in the World.

The unusefulnesse of the five Sences.

The Common Fire.

Two Lovers in one Heart.

The sensual Lover, or an Old Man Courting a Young Woman, in a Dialogue.

The high-way to a Throne, and Establishment of Kingdoms.

Every Faction humour'd, or the Humourous Sectary.

The Authors descant thereon.

Mr Clevelands Encomium, by the Author styled, the Poet Laureate.

A Copy on Mr Abraham Cowley, and his excellent faculty in Poesy.

The young Mans speech to a silent Woman.

[Page] The Answer with the true Symptomes of Love.

Directions for a Maids Choice.

Upon the Oracle.

Upon Death procured by a sent or smell.

The Authors Answer to Mr Randolphs Poem styled, Love fondly refused for Conscience sake &c.

As also Letters in Prose upon several occasions compiled by the said Author.

And the Authors Plea for old Philosophical principles against those that would obtrude Novelties, or new uncertainties upon us, under a kind of a humble affected Ignorance, &c.

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Title statement

A panegyrick on His Sacred Majesties royal person, Charles IId by the grace of God, King of England, Scotland, France, & Ireland, defender of the faith, etc. : and corronation, aut Cæsar, aut nullus / by Samuel Austin ...

Austin, Samuel, d. ca. 1665.

Edition statement

1661

Publication

Publisher

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Place of publication

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Date

2008-09 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1).

ID [DLPS]

A26246

ID [STC]

Wing A4257

ID [STC]

ESTC R38675

ID [EEBO-CITATION]

17890661

ID [OCLC]

ocm 17890661

ID [VID]

106717

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Early English books online.

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(EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A26246)

Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 106717)

Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1115:4)

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— A panegyrick on His Sacred Majesties royal person, Charles IId by the grace of God, King of England, Scotland, France, & Ireland, defender of the faith, etc. : and corronation, aut Cæsar, aut nullus / by Samuel Austin ..., Austin, Samuel, d. ca. 1665..

Extent

[6], 22 p.

Printed for William Miller ...,. London :: 1661.. (Reproduction of original in the British Library.)

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